After
years in the military, Wulfgang Marrok has had enough. He wants nothing
more than to settle down into quiet normalcy and live out his life.
Unfortunately, the moment he meets his music history professor, normal and quiet
disintegrate beneath a sudden metaphysical connection he didn’t think
was possible. His mother is a werewolf, but he didn’t inherit her
abilities… until now.

Silas
River desperately needs a break from life as Bad Oak’s drummer, so he
dons a disguise and heads to a sleepy little town to teach music. Of
course, life always fouls up the beat: the moment his fated mate walks
into his classroom, his dormant wolf side wakes up and demands
attention.

For
shifters, instinct trumps solitude. Werewolf politics and violent
enemies trump peace. Can Silas and Wulfgang’s new bond survive murder
and a loss so deep that Silas almost destroys himself trying to soothe
the pain?

***MPREG***

Story Excerpt:

Wulfgang
closed the front door behind him and followed his professor to the
bath. Forest flicked on a light, illuminating slate tile floors and a
gorgeous granite-topped vanity.

“There. Sit on the edge of the tub,” Forest said, rummaging around in the cabinet above the sink.

“This
isn’t a tub. It’s a freaking pool,” Wulfgang said, perching on smooth
tile. “How the hell can you afford this?” He smoothed a hand over the
edge of the tub. “You’re a teacher. Last I checked, you guys make enough
to buy one cup of coffee maybe every other week and that’s about it.”

“I have my ways,” Mr. Sexy Professor said, dropping to his knees in front of Wulfgang.

Holy shit.
Wulfgang caught his breath. Forest had popped out his blue contacts
while he’d been gawking at all the tile and intense hazel eyes looked up
at him. “Your eyes…” He trailed off as that sense of familiarity that
had been dogging him for the past two weeks punched him in the gut.
“Christ, you look familiar.” His cock pressed against the front of his
jeans painfully. He wanted to grab the professor and mess him up until
they were both desperate and dirty and very fucking satisfied. He
clenched his hands into fists so he wouldn’t do something stupid.

Forest
snorted. “They itch after wearing them all day, and since you already
know they’re fake…” He shrugged. “Now hold still. This might hurt a
little.” He reached up with a wet cotton ball.

Wulfgang leaned back. “What the fuck is that?”

“Peroxide. Don’t be a baby, Wulfgang.”

The professor reached out again, and this time Wulfgang let him get close. He hissed at the sting. “Ow.”

Forest pressed harder.

“Wow, you’re actually kind of mean,” Wulfgang said. Somehow, the pain in his temple didn’t help dispel his erection one bit. Probably because you have the sexiest man you’ve ever seen on his knees between your legs.
He wished he could reach down and adjust himself, but that would
definitely give his body’s condition away. As it was, he could still
pretend that Sexy Professor had no idea how badly Wulfgang wanted him.

“My
brother and cousins would agree with you. I have no mercy for the
weak.” Forest blotted with the cotton, then ripped open two bandages.
“Hold still.”

“I’m
already holding still.” Wulfgang’s mouth had gone dry. He gripped the
side of the tub surround like it would keep him from falling. Forest was
close enough that the warmth of his body felt like a whisper against
his skin. “Fuck, it’s hot in here,” he whispered.

Forest
smoothed the bandages down over Wulfgang’s face. His fingers lingered
just a tad longer than they needed to. “No, it’s not. Not with the air
conditioner on.” He touched a thumb to Wulfgang’s lips. “You’re hot,” he said softly.

Hell. I want him bad. Wulfgang blinked as his mouth tingled. “What?”

Forest sat back on his haunches. “You can’t tell when a guy is making a pass at you?”

“Damn, you have no clue,” the professor said, and then he leaned up and kissed Wulfgang full on the mouth.

Wulfgang
flailed for a moment. Then he sank his hands into Forest’s hair and
held on. Mr. Sexy Professor knew exactly what he was doing. He kissed
like a soldier on a mission: deep, hard, and intent on reaching his
goal, which in this case felt like he was trying to drive Wulfgang over
the edge in three point two seconds. Wulfgang shuddered and kissed him
back, licking inside the man’s mouth. His head still hurt, but the pain
paled in comparison to the inferno raging inside his body. He fisted one
hand in Forest’s hair, then used the other to drag him closer. When the
professor’s chest collided with Wulfgang’s cock, both men groaned.

Forest
laughed. “Hmm, not quite.” He slid his hands up over Wulfgang’s thighs
and pushed his thumbs into the crease where his legs met his torso.

Wulfgang’s dick jumped, wanting those clever fingers closer.

“My name isn’t Forest, either.”

Christ.
Wulfgang grabbed the front of the ugly, oversized t-shirt cloaking
Forest like a freaking burqa and yanked it off. Forest didn’t protest.
When he was bare, Wulfgang’s gaze landed on the huge tree tattoo
decorating the man’s right arm and shoulder. It lay on thick muscles
like a damned signpost, mercilessly poking at Wulfgang’s memory. “Fuck.
Who the hell are you?” He slapped a hand over the tattoo, then squeezed,
relishing the solid reality of the man in front of him. Something wild
surged through him. He wanted to bite this guy, this liar who kneeled in front of him and had the balls to drag him home and try to fix him. He bared his teeth.

Instead
of running, like any sensible person would do, the professor snarled
back at him and tipped his head slightly to the side. “Come on. Do it. I
know you want to.”

Author Details:

Erin
M. Leaf is a romance novel devotee, the steamier the better, with a
specialty in edgy erotic tension. She also writes romance as Marie E.
Blossom.